Cain decided he'd rather face a horde of Papay than what was downstairs. Cursing, he fussed with the details of his dress uniform.
“Cain, you okay?”
He almost didn't recognize D.G. with her hair done up and wearing a formal gown.
“Not really.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. "Your mother's knighting me. I'm going to make a jackass of myself.”
“You'll make as good a knight as I do a princess. As long as we stick together, we're probably safe.”
Cain didn't know how she managed it, but his nervousness seemed to vanish as he took her arm